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Chapter 3 - P1
Chapter 3 - P2
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Hello people-i-dont-know! I'm Nida and I'm a writer :)
My first FF here is on AsYa because honestly just love their jodi and kabhi chemistry is MINDBLOWING! So here it is!
Stolen First Kiss- Prologue;
I had my first kiss when I was ten. I know what you're thinking, ten is way too young to have your first kiss, and I would personally agree with you.
You see, my first kiss was...I guess you could say it was stolen.
It all started at my cousin Furwar's Nikaah. After the Nikaah, the photographer had called us over to take pictures. I couldn't have been happier standing by everyone else, sticking my left foot out and posing for the camera. I had grown up being photographed; my Jeeju was constantly taking pictures of me as I grew up, photography was one of his many passions.
After the pictures everyone gathered into one hall for the wedding meal. I remembered how I had been so bored as the grown-ups driveled on about how happy they were that Furwar and Asif had finally gotten married. Of course I was happy for them, but I was ten, the most important thing I was thinking back then was, "When are we going to have that huge cake?!"
I remembered looking around the hall in search of something interesting. The main hall had been decorated beautifully. White fairy lights surrounded the high ceiling and white tables positioned all around the hall with white lilies in a vase on each of them.
And that's when I saw him staring at me, Asad Ahmed Khan.
Asad had been a special guest at my cousins nikaah, he was the same age as me and I remembered thinking that he was the most handsome boy in the world. Even when he was ten he was already quite the looker, he had thick brown locks which fell into his deep brown eyes.
At that moment he had been looking right at me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I scowled at him before looking away. My Aapi-jan had told me as I had been putting on my salwar kameez to stay away from Asad. She had ruffled my hair affectionately before saying, "Zoya, I don't want you go near that naughty little boy Asad, alright?" I had nodded at once; I always did what my Zeenat Aapi told me.
This was why I screamed when a ten year old Asad had grabbed my hand and dragged me outside before anyone could notice. He had frowned at me, as if he thought I was the odd one. I tried to rip my wrist from his grasp as he tugged me over to the large hill. His nails were digging into my skin so hard I'm sure they drew blood.
"Why are we going up this hill? I want to go back inside!" I whined.
Asad looked back at me over his shoulder and smiled. "Why would you want to go back inside? It's more fun out here!"
"My Aapi-jan told me I wasn't allowed to play with you!" I frowned. Asad was a naughty boy; I was a good girl, which meant that we couldn't play together.
"Why not?" Asad protested with wide eyes. "I only wanted to play roly polies!"
My eyes lit up at the prospect of playing roly polies. Back when I was ten, rolling down a big hill had been the best thing in the world. I had always gotten shouted at in school for playing roly polies because I would always get my uniform dirty.
"I guess I could play for a few minutes." I sighed. Asad smiled at me, his eyes bright with excitement.
We played roly polies for around twenty minutes, giggling and screaming as we rolled down the steep hill before getting to our feet, running back to the top and doing it all over again. My hair, which had been curled into perfect ringlets, was now pathetic little curls, and my immaculate dress was now covered in grass stains. Of course, I hadn't been thinking about that, I had been having too much fun to care.
As we were rolling down the hill, our bodies collided. We landed at the bottom of the hill with a dull thud. I groaned when I felt a heavy weight on top of me. At first the only thing I could see was the sunny sky above me, and then I saw Asad hovering over me. He was frowning which caused his forehead to wrinkle. His gaze was fixed on my lips and I stared up at him in confusion. Before I could say anything Asad had leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I squealed, I didn't like the foreign feeling of his warm lips on mine.
"Ew! Why did you do that?" I shrieked when I had pushed him away.
Asad blinked and then grinned. "I dunno, I just wanted to." He shrugged.
My eyes widened and my mouth snapped open in horror.
This horrible boy just kissed me! What would Aapi-jan say?
I had scrambled to my feet and ran back to where the Nikaah was being held. I had been crying my eyes out by the time I had reached my Aapi, but of course I didn't tell her anything, I was too scared of what she might do.
All through the rest of the event, I avoided Asad, although I could always feel him grinning at me. I couldn't believe it that that horrible boy had stolen my first kiss, and even now, when I'm sixteen years old it still bothered me.
It was stupid really; it wasn't like I was going to see Asad Ahmed Khan anytime soon.
Well, not until my first day of year eleven.
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